Band of Rebels

Noah

Into this pit of knives
Razor sharp fire and ice
A land where we can dream

Summer sun with a lively glow
Closing my eyes as my body flows
Into a river of wishful thinking

Glacial green canopy of trees
Shades my ever after
Sinking into pitch night black

Eating frozen wounds on rocks
That break with the sea
Naming contraband as it comes along
To my weeps

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2018 12:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Netashi

    Very intriguing read and very nice.
    Keep it up Noah
    -Theta



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